Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

The main thing is that Isabella always likes to talk about things she doesn't want to hear when the two of them are alone.

"If you have time, you can sew more clothes. Summer will pass soon. If autumn comes, if you don't have enough clothes to keep out the cold, this winter will be sad."

"Your father brought back some bacon from the city a few days ago. It is said that it tastes very good. You can invite Mo Yu to eat with you tonight."

"Where did that stinky kid Pierre go? It really disappeared in a blink of an eye!"

The woman said these extremely boring words in Joan's ears, with a faint smile on her face, as if she would be extremely happy as long as she saw her child.

No matter what was being discussed, the topic would always end up being something like 'how are you and that boy going?' which made her head hurt.

Sure enough, he shouldn't agree to Mo Yu's contract, all of this is in his calculations.

The Knights of the Four Winds who believed in Barbatos, the god of wind, replaced Joan of Arc in this era and became a pivot point to reverse the history of France, thereby changing the trajectory of human reason.

Mo Yu doesn't need her who holds the Holy Grail to kill all directions in the singularity, nor does she need to use this revenge to do anything.

Mo Yu hoped that she would remain ordinary like this, and doing nothing would be the greatest role she could play.

This couldn't help but make her, as an avenger, extremely angry, resenting that she was being calculated.

However, what made her even more angry was that this vengeful heart was being softened by ordinary life.

According to the previous contract, if she wanted to win, the only way was to set the village on fire with revenge to prove the purity of her revenge.

If it was at first, she might be able to do it.

But now, she may hate Isabella's nagging, or Pierre's nagging, but she doesn't resist.

Just like the friend Mo Yu said, he tried to destroy this dark world with the greatest malice, but was fascinated by the bits and pieces in it, and the final choice was unknown.

"Speaking of which, how is the progress between you and him?"

Just as Joan was distracted and vigorously sweeping the dust under her feet, Isabella's old-fashioned words came again.

She exhaled helplessly, supported the broom weakly and said:

"I've said it has nothing to do with him, how many times do you want me to hear it?"

Facing her daughter's firmness, Isabella, as a mother, covered her mouth lightly and said:

"If it really doesn't matter, why would that handsome young man be willing to be your knight? My silly girl, you should realize his intentions."

"It's not what you think...I'm going to take a bath by the river."

"Remember to go to a remote place and don't be seen by others."

"I'm not that stupid."

After sweeping up and down, Joan threw the broom aside in annoyance, and walked out of the manor without looking back.

Behind him came his mother's gentle laughter.

"Remember to invite Mo Yu for dinner~"

"understood."

While answering like this, Joan threw the words into the trash can without hesitation.

She didn't want to invite that prodigal man to dinner at home!

Riding on the breeze of the plain all the way through the small woods, I came to the quiet river.

This place is hundreds of meters away from the village, and few people come here at ordinary times. In addition, the villagers who have worked all day at dusk are drinking wine and eating rough bread at home, talking about the current situation in France, and no one will come at all. here.

The upper stream of the small river by the village is extremely clear, which is very suitable for bathing and boiling water.

After a cursory glance and found that no one was there, the girl took off her sackcloth dress with confidence, folded it neatly and placed it on the stones by the river, stepping on the cool water with her white jade feet, her graceful body gradually slipped into the water, letting the The current of water gently caressed the girl's fragile and delicate skin.

In that strange memory, she actually didn't like to take a bath, and she was not as diligent as she is now.

In the Middle Ages, Christians were proud of not taking a bath, and the less they washed, the more pious they were.

As an unbelieving avenger, she naturally had to do the opposite, not only washing diligently, but even washing her body in the river every day.

Perhaps it was habit that made her let her guard down. She didn't notice the unusual bubbles on the calm river, but she was immersed in the joy of playing in the water, humming French country tunes.

Anyway, there was no one here, no matter what she sang, no one would hear it.

The girl who was thinking this way turned around and met a black-haired boy walking from the other side of the river.

The boy who just came from the woods also looked at her in surprise.

The two sides stared at each other for a full three seconds.

"Strange, Mrs. Isabella told me that there is usually no one here."

It's that old lady again!

"How dare you believe it!"

Joan of Arc blushed and covered the waves on her chest and the gap between her plump thighs and sat in the water, trying to cover herself, but the clear bottom of the water was more transparent than lace and tulle, not only did not have the effect of blocking, but instead made her Her delicate body looks graceful in the water.

She really had the heart to die in place.

"Don't worry, I can't see anything when it's dark."

Mo Yu pointed at the dim sky indifferently. The moon had already risen from the east side, and the sight here was not clear.

But this kind of ambiguity is useless to the Servant, who should be able to see clearly at a glance!

Joan of Arc could only transform into a pitch-black battle armor to cover her body, her eyes were burning fiercely and glared at the young man.

"you do this delibrately?"

"Do you mean that you didn't realize Madam Isabella's language trap? This is indeed my inconsideration."

As Mo Yu said this, his pupils shone with golden light, and a rock wall rose from the middle of the river bed, forming a barrier between the two of them.

"It's okay now, you wash yours, I wash mine, no one hinders anyone."

Joan of Arc:? ? ?

Chapter 43 Do you like Grandma from Heaven?

The moon rises in the east and the sparrows return, and the beautiful eyebrows are reflected in the clear stream, and the high walls are quiet and reminiscing about the past, and I don’t feel coquettish and frivolous.

Try to imagine such a scene, a rock wall is erected in the middle of the river, the river separates from it, and rejoins after passing tens of meters. The wall like the Chu River and Han boundary divides young men and women into two sides.

Mo Yu admits that there is an element of gambling, but for a person with a arrogant personality, if you retreat, she will advance, on the contrary, if you advance, she will retreat.

If he backed away right away, there was no guarantee that Joan of Arc would chase and kill him out of shame.

So he simply raised a rock wall to separate the two people's field of vision. This move obviously shocked Joan of Arc, and the girl sat back in the water weakly, not regaining her composure for a long time.

Of course, after the girl regained her composure, she immediately thought of leaving. It would be better to kill her than to let her and Mo Yu bathe in the same river.

But after thinking about it, why should the one who came first give way to the one who came later?In addition, there is a wall in the middle, so there is nothing to be shy about.

As long as she is not embarrassed, Mo Yu is the one who is embarrassed!

With the above thoughts in mind, Joan of Arc stubbornly went back into the water, blushing and spitting out bubbles when submerged in the water.

What Tsundere is best at is probably shooting himself in the foot.

A matter that is obviously easy to handle, but it will end up in a dilemma.

On the other side, Mo Yu let his body float up silently, so that he would not be able to perceive the specific movement around him after his feet were off the ground.Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too sensitive to the surrounding perception.

Joan was gurgling, complaining in her heart that her mother was meddling in her own business. She had said many times before that the relationship between the two was pure protection, but Isabella said, "Which man would be willing to guard a girl like this?" Long 'to top back.

The girl was upset, but the boy looked at the moonlight and stars with great interest, and asked quite leisurely:

"How is life in the village, Miss Saintess."

"It sucks! Especially now!"

Joan of Arc's mouth popped out of the water and then submerged in the water after speaking bluntly, but the people next to her seemed to have only heard the first half of the sentence.

"It can be seen that it is really bad. There are more and more skewers at the entrance of the village."

Recently, thieves who came to attack the village at night have become more and more frequent. These people seem to have no idea what death is. Even though the entrance of the village is already full of fire racks, they will still sneak in from all directions.

If this continues, the whole village will be surrounded by skewers, and tourists who pass by will be treated as a cult village and be afraid to come. You must know that Domremy has always regarded himself as a simple and honest folk.

Joan couldn't help poking her head out and complaining.

"You still have the nerve to say it, a guy who only takes money and doesn't do anything!"

The brook gurgled, and the laughter of young people came from the other side of the wall.

"It's not good for me to meddle too much in your private life."

Good guy, with one set of excuses, he looks like a scumbag who is late for a date!

The girl gave him a hard look. It would be great if the wall could transmit light in one direction, so that the boy could feel her look of contempt.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Mo Yu. As a follower, Joan of Arc just stood there and let these little thieves polish for half an hour without getting any injuries. He didn't need to do anything.

But the truth is understandable, and Joan of Arc is still a little displeased with his slightly fishy attitude.

"The knight of the four winds who believes in wind and freedom is also your plan, to replace the glorious deeds of Joan of Arc?"

"Rather than replacing Joan of Arc, it's better to change history." Mo Yu replied.

Joan sneered: "What's the point of this, isn't it to save me?"

A girl's heart is like a soft cloud, its shape changes with the wind blowing, some wonderful thoughts will always pop up in her head, and then she will say it without thinking.

When she asked this sentence, she could see that the fair face in the water was flushed.

So she used the excuse of 'anyone would think so' to comfort herself not to think about anything, and buried her face in the water.

The emotional transmission between people is like resonance, which can only be received if the wavelength is right.

There was a silence from the other side of the river, and it took a long time to reply,

"If you think so, it's not impossible."

It sounded like an answer, but in fact it was vague, and the girl didn't feel much upset, anyway, Mo Yu was always mysterious.

"Cut, not a straightforward guy."

Think about it carefully, even if you want to save Joan of Arc, you should save the real saint, not yourself as a fake.

He must have thought so...